A mess on the sofa [M/f, Anal, Blackmail]

I’m sitting watching a television show one evening when the doorbell rings. I get up, open the door to find you in your school uniform.

“Oh, hi Mr. Ellis. Is your daughter home? We’re meant to be working on a project together for school, and she was going to share her notes with me.”

“Oh, no, sorry Emma, she’s at her mother’s for the weekend. Just me home. But she did mention she’d left the notes in her room, if you want to go and grab them.”

“Oh, that’s great, thanks!”

You go up to her room, and I sit back down on the sofa to get back to my television show. After a few minutes, you come down the stairs. You stand in the entrance of the living room for a minute before I notice you looking at me.

“Did you get what you needed?” I say

You seem a little flustered, and say “Oh…yeah! Um…what are you watching?”

I reply, “Oh, Star Trek. This actually might be my favorite episode. It’s called ‘In The Pale Moonlight'”

“Oh, cool! Can I watch it with you?” you ask.

“Don’t you have to finish your assignment, young lady?” I reply.

You seem to flush a little bit at this, but say “Oh, no, it’s not due until Monday, so I have the whole weekend to finish!”

“Cool. Grab a seat, then.” I say, patting the sofa next to me.

You sit down, and for the next 40 minutes or so, I explain the characters and their motivations, as we watch Captain Sisko attempt to bring the Romulans into the war with the Dominion. You watch Garak’s machinations with rapt attention. The whole time, though, I notice two things – you seem to be going out of your way to make subtle physical contact with me, and also I can hear a very faint buzzing sound.

As the episode ends, I say “Well, I’m just about to make my dinner. Would you like something to eat?”

“Oh, yeah, your daughter is always telling me how good a cook you are! I’d love something! What are we having?”

“I made some bolognese sauce the other day that I was going to heat up”

“That sounds amazing!” you say, as you get up to walk to the dining room. I notice that you’ve left a wet spot on the sofa, but don’t say anything.

Ten minutes later, I’ve set out two plates of spaghetti bolognese, utensils, a bottle of red wine, and two glasses. We sit down to eat, and as I’m pouring my glass, I say “oh, sorry, that’s thoughless of me. What would you like to drink? I’ve got orange juice, diet coke, water, milk…”

“Um, could I have a glass of wine?” you ask, sheepishly.

I give you a stern look, but in the end, pour you half a glass. “Don’t tell anyone” I say.

You smile, and we dig in. We chat about your school, your plans to go to uni next year, your part time job, how dumb the boys at school are. I’m so engrossed in the conversation, I don’t really clock the fact that you’ve refilled your glass twice.

“That was delicious!” you say, and at this point I can detect a slight slur in your voice. I can also hear that faint buzzing again.

“Do you hear that buzzing?” I ask. “Is that the boiler?” I say, going towards the utility closet to check. As I get further from you, though, I notice the buzzing grows fainter. As I turn back towards you, sat at the table, I notice you’ve turned beet red. I walk over towards you, and it gets louder. I stand over you, looking down.

“That’s not your phone ringing, is it.” I say, flatly.

“N-no Sir.” you stammer, flushing even more than before.

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

You open your mouth to reply, but nothing comes out.

I take your hand, stand you up from the table, turn you around and lift your skirt. Underneath, I find that underneath your lacy panties, there’s a large plug in your ass, vibrating away.

“Well, this explains why you made a mess of my couch.” I say, bemused.

“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Ellis. I-I-I was just upstairs in your daughter’s room, and I had it in my bag, and I-I think you’re really hot, and…” you barely manage to get out.

“Well, it’s a good thing you turned eighteen last month. Looks like I’m going to have to teach you a lesson about coming into people’s homes under false pretenses and ruining their upholstery.” I say, as I grab a handful of your hair and drag you back into the living room.

I sit down on the sofa, and put you over my knee, making sure your face is mashed into the damp patch you left. I lift your skirt again, and start spanking you. As your ass turns pink, you moan, and your panties begin to drip.

“You are a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” I ask, bringing my hand down viciously.

“UNH! Yes, Mr. Ellis” you gasp into the stained sofa cushion, which reeks of your pussy.

“I think you might be enjoying this a bit too much. I think I’m going to have to be a little harder on you.” I say, removing my belt from its loops.

I grab a hold of the waistband of your panties and rip them off you, causing you to shriek. I take a moment to examine the controls of the plug in your ass, and push the button that causes the vibrations to intensify. I then take the belt and bring it down across your ass, hard. You yelp, as a welt beings to raise on your pink cheeks.

“God, how does a teenager become such a filthy, filthy little whore?” I say, whipping you again.

You offer no lucid reply, only escalating moans as I whip you. After a few more strokes, I feel you tense up across my knee, as you dig your nails into the sofa cushion.

“Did you just come, slut?” I ask, disdainfully.

“Y-yes Mr. Ellis…” you gasp.

“Good lord. You are the nastiest little thing I’ve ever come across. Whatever am I going to do with you?” I say, as I loop the belt around your neck. I pull the loop taut, and using the improvised leash, I force you to your knees in front of me. With my free hand, I tear open your blouse, causing buttons to fly everywhere, and exposing your uncovered breasts.

“Aren’t you a picture, slut” I say, as I reach in my pocket, pull out my phone, and snap a few photos of you. “That should keep you from telling anyone about what happened here. Wouldn’t want to ruin your chances of getting accepted to a good university by the fact that you’re a nasty, filthy slut who gets drunk at older men’s houses getting out, would you?”

“….no Sir” you say, petulantly.

“Now, why don’t you put that whore mouth to good use for me.” I say, tugging your leash in the direction of my crotch.

Tentatively, with trembling hands, you unbutton my trousers. I lift my ass up for you as you lower them, and my underpants, allowing my cock to spring free. Your eyes go as big as saucers at the sight of my cock.

“Oh my god….it’s so big!” you say, almost reverently.

“Hush. Put it in your mouth, slut.” I say, yanking your leash.

You open your mouth as wide as you can, and engulf the end of it. You do your best to take it into your mouth, but you can’t get more than about a third of the way down on it.

“I think you can do a little better than that” I say, as I grab a handful of your long, blonde hair and force you deeper on it, causing you to gag. “You’d better not be sick on me, if you know what’s good for you” I say, continuing to push more of my thick cock down your throat. After a few seconds, I yank your head off me, allowing you to get a gulp of air, before viciously shoving my cock back in your mouth.

“Hmm. Not very good at this, are you? I would have expected better. Seems I’ll have to find time to train you to give a proper blowjob.” I say, as I pull you off once again. You kneel in front of me, coughing and drooling. I stand up, pulling your leash to indicate that you should get on the sofa and bend over the arm. I take a moment to admire my handiwork, tracing the black and blue lines across your asscheeks with my finger. I give a few cursory swats to your ass before lining up my cock with the entrance to your pussy and pushing the head in.

“OH…OH MY GOD!” you shout, as you feel yourself being stretched open to a degree you’ve never experienced before.

“Do you like that, slut? Does that feel good?” I say, slowly pushing my cock deeper into your teenaged cunt.

“YES, GOD YES, MR. ELLIS!” you say, panting in time with my strokes.

“Hmm. You’re a little loud. I don’t want to bother my neighbors.” I say, as I reach down to the floor, grab the remains of your soaked panties, ball them up, and shove them into your mouth. “That ought to keep you quiet.”

You continue to moan, albeit muffled by your improvised gag, as I slowly, excruciatingly slowly, continue to stretch your little pussy with my cock. As I finally get all the way in you, I feel you tense up again, as your breathing gets heavier. I decide to have a little fun, and start pushing the plug in and out of your ass with my thumb, causing you to have an explosive orgasm, ejecting the plug from your ass in the process. You collapse forward, and my cock slides out of you.

“Seems you liked that quite a bit.” I say.

“mmm hmmm” you muffle through your underwear.

“Good. Let’s do something I’ll like.” I say, as I pull the panties out of your mouth, and order you to spit in my hand. You do, and I rub the saliva over your asshole. I push my cock, slick with juice from your pussy, against the entrance.

“Oh, no, Mr. Ellis! You’re too big! I don’t think you’re going to fit back there!” you say, panicked.

“Quiet, slut. I know better than you can what you can take. I’m finishing in one of your holes, and I doubt you’re on birth control, so it’ll have to be your ass.” I say, and push the head of my cock into the tightest hole on your body.

“No, please! You need to stop!” you plead, desperately.

“Did you forget the picture I took, slut? You’d better stay on my good side.” I say.

“Nnngh…yes Sir.” you say, as I begin to violate you.

You groan at the feeling of being stretched to your limit. Slowly, but insistently, I push deeper into your ass until you feel my pelvis pushed up against you. I pull back a bit, then begin thrusting into your ass at a steady rhythm. Your groans of discomfort become moans of pleasure very quickly, as your asshole squeezes my cock.

“See? You were born for this. You’re a perfect little anal whore, aren’t you?” I say, smacking your ass.

“Oh, yes Sir!” you say, gasping with pleasure.

“Say it.”

“I’m your anal whore, Mr. Ellis!” you pant, gleefully.

“Good girl. Now rub your clit for me.” I order.

You comply, and my thrusting increases in speed. I feel you nearing another mind-shattering orgasm, and it pushes me towards the edge. i start pounding into your tight little ass with all my strength. In seconds, we both tumble over the edge, and I unload into your ass, as you contract around my throbbing cock. I slip out of you and collapse backwards.

You catch your breath, sprawled over the arm of the sofa, then turn as if you’re going to sit down. I stop you in your tracks and say “Floor, slut. You’re not ruining my sofa further.”

You comply, and kneel on the floor in front of me. You’re an absolute mess. Clothes in tatters, makeup smeared and streaked.

“Put that plug back in you. Don’t take it out until you go to bed. I gave you a gift. Wouldn’t want it dribbling out of you as you walk home, now would we?”

“No Sir.” you say, as you easily put the plug back into your stretched-out asshole.

“Go grab a change of clothes from my daughter’s closet and get out of here, whore.” I say.

“I’m keeping these, however” I say, picking up your ruined panties from the floor and sticking them in my pocket.

“Yes, Mr. Ellis. Thank you, Sir.” you say, as you get up to leave the room.

“One more thing, Emma,” I say, stopping you. “It’s six months until you’re off to uni, correct?”

“Yes Sir.” you say.

“Plenty of time for me to train you to be a proper slut. I’ll expect you back here next weekend.”

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nrkpsd/a_mess_on_the_sofa_mf_anal_blackmail

6 comments on “A mess on the sofa [M/f, Anal, Blackmail]

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